I enter the forbidden forest. Something is following me. Running! Running through the forest, the trees scraping the already battered flesh of my face. I’m losing blood every second, my skin getting ever more pale.
My foot caught a branch, like a hand catching my ankle. I fall, down on my knees, on my stomach, my face pushed down into the dirt. I feel a cold breath on my neck, a hand on my shoulder. I push it away, but nothing’s there.
The forgotten people, the Anicote Tribe, are back. They’re coming to kill me! I can feel the hatred in the air. My soul is being pushed out. Leaving my body in this merciless place.
That’s the last thing I see. Blackness.